Kifoi Deus ja dah kung nus sapiensu
kabelu di ketiak?
Prumiru, yo ngkak
sabeh; luckily, the researchers say
it is there to reduce friction
when we move our arms.
A lubricant
for when we have our fun.
Thank goodness.
Na otru mundu, yo lo lembrah ki eli pra nus sa mang
kora olotu desah tokah kung sintih
ungua parti di korpu impoku mas pertu di chang.
So lubricate me, kabalu ketiak:
lambeh bong-bong yo sa mar.
Pegah bos sa boka na yo sa angkru:
lebah kung yo bai lonzi di bista
di pintalumezi
di kadangua kamera
I like the pattern when it osciliates and whorls
and finds purchase on every taste bud of my tongue.
It's blood, sweat, dead skin, and tears;
you say you can't understand what that has to do with my mouth.
You don't understand why it makes you a man
when the taste of your sweat is just that level of proud.
So pride me on all of it.
Let me smell
of colour, and resolve, and the courage to show and tell.
After all,
The golden ratio must surely revolve around
something in nature,
something at least as profound.